Carlos Stephens - Game Of Life lyrics

[Chorus] GAME that's my thang And it ain't no rules when you in this game [3X's] [Snoop Dogg] Gunblast *gunshots* echo fast and all I seen was loose cash I hit the flo' & when they go I make sure I grab all the dough The Scene: Long Beach yeah '86 Where: The liquor store n***a on some devilish sh** I went in to grab a drink but I came out a felon My homeboy got away but sh** I wasn't tellin' So I fell in a trap with no getback They threw away the key and now I'm a OG In the County jail rappin & bangin' at the same time And since I don't smoke cigarettes loc sh** I gotta slang mine And I ain't tryin' to get on swole so I ain't f**in' with the iron I got b**hes bringin' me money & ain't a godamn thing funny My homeboy Devil from the HCG and Young Side Trey R.I.P From the ETG [Eight-Trey] and oh yeah Baby Ken Dawg From the Westside Four-O's got love for Short and my Homeboy J-Ball from the Seven four ? from that gang And the homeboy Tracy D from The big bad a** ese gang them straight k**as & they know I got game & that's real from a trio n***a havin' green Get yo' hustle on n***a 'fore you end up dead It's too much paper to get Can ya dig it? Later on this evening I got a lick n***a is you down wit' it? sh**... [Chorus] [Crooked Eye] There's ten laws to the game n***a be raised by 'em all Get ya respect on at all times n***a hustle 'til ya ball Watch them hatas and pretendas and all the sh** they do Cause nowadays some of these n***as be b**hes too Keep the business professional get ya heat at all times Keep them snitches on the sideline Cause you know pressure burst the pipeline Keep ya eyes on ya enemies watch those close to ya See them outside n***as can't touch ya It be the ones inside that do ya Smilin' in ya face but want to take yo' place f** around and be playa let's make a deal with the D.A Don't be ridin' with no n***as Who ain't sure if he gon' get down Cause it only take a split second To get ya buck buck and lay down Hesitation'll buy ya fate get that a** all caught up Ya little homey might be cool If them other two priors ain't brought up Remember took time to k** smash and don't give a f** Be a hog about ya papers straight hungry for that der come up Respect the game feel what the soldier talkin' about If you got to be in that game stack ya change And get the f** out! [Chorus] [Billy Bavgate] Game recognize game ?? kickin' back smokin' Mary Jane I'm gettin' high in the game my little Homey popped him with the cane Some n***as only in it for the fame n***as ain't ready for the game If you ain't down then get the f** out the game Or represent yo' thang Ghosttown LB SB Brookfield 76 Folktown & the 90's Twomp twomp put yo' guns up When the tank dogg roll up who got the weed n***a hold up I'm the King of Oakland n***a raise up I ain't givin' a f** I'm still ?hugged? Cause my down South n***as show me love And the muthaf**in' gifts dancin' in the club That's game [Chorus] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Steady Mobbin', D O double G, ain't No Limit to that sh** n***a Carlos on the beat Beats By The Pound 'Bout 3:34 in the morning don't even matter We puffin' all night, straight game, game I got all my game from my momma yeah A n***a didn't gave me none of this sh** that's real Wanna say what up to my momma, for givin' Me all this game...